Vegas!!!
I was listening to the radio - sports talk stuff, and one of the talking heads was discussing his trip to Las Vegas. The guy he was talking to admitted he'd never been, at which time they discussed that, as a guy, you just have to go. The premise was, if you have to admit you've never been to Vegas, you should just turn in your 'guy' card.
I have been to Vegas, but I was 13 at the time traveling cross country with my family in a Chevy Impala towing a boat as we moved to California. That I think I can safely assume, is adhering to the letter of the law, but not the spirit. Therefore, I might get to grudgingly keep my 'guy' card.
Now to the point though. I am not a gambler, and I'm assuming that's what the whole 'guy' card thing is about. I dislike gambling with my money because I inevitably walk away from the process with less than I had when I started. Sure, I'll occasionally buy a Lotto ticket at the grocery store when I'm feeling lucky, but even then I find out a day or two later that the feeling must've been gas, an oncoming headache or something else, but it certainly wasn't luck. I don't even like gambling at golf, even with people I know I can beat. I don't want their money any more than I want to give them mine. (OK, that's probably a lie. Given a choice I'd probably rather take theirs than give them mine, but in any case, I don't want to do either.) Vegas, though, is a story unto itself. All you need to do is look at the place in all it's glitzy glory. It is bigger than big and as close to your wildest dreams as money can take you. It's chrome taken to some exponential level - a bizarre mix of opulence and cheese (cheesily opulent?). Then realize, all of that was built on the backs of people coming to Vegas hoping to leave with more than they came with, and not. It isn't by accident that the place also goes by the moniker 'Lost Wages'. It's a monument to losers. Why the hell would you want to join that club? I can think of way too many things I would rather do with my hard earned money than hand it to someone as my personal contribution to the glitz that is Vegas. Apparently though, as guys go, that is just me.
I have been to Vegas, but I was 13 at the time traveling cross country with my family in a Chevy Impala towing a boat as we moved to California. That I think I can safely assume, is adhering to the letter of the law, but not the spirit. Therefore, I might get to grudgingly keep my 'guy' card.
Now to the point though. I am not a gambler, and I'm assuming that's what the whole 'guy' card thing is about. I dislike gambling with my money because I inevitably walk away from the process with less than I had when I started. Sure, I'll occasionally buy a Lotto ticket at the grocery store when I'm feeling lucky, but even then I find out a day or two later that the feeling must've been gas, an oncoming headache or something else, but it certainly wasn't luck. I don't even like gambling at golf, even with people I know I can beat. I don't want their money any more than I want to give them mine. (OK, that's probably a lie. Given a choice I'd probably rather take theirs than give them mine, but in any case, I don't want to do either.) Vegas, though, is a story unto itself. All you need to do is look at the place in all it's glitzy glory. It is bigger than big and as close to your wildest dreams as money can take you. It's chrome taken to some exponential level - a bizarre mix of opulence and cheese (cheesily opulent?). Then realize, all of that was built on the backs of people coming to Vegas hoping to leave with more than they came with, and not. It isn't by accident that the place also goes by the moniker 'Lost Wages'. It's a monument to losers. Why the hell would you want to join that club? I can think of way too many things I would rather do with my hard earned money than hand it to someone as my personal contribution to the glitz that is Vegas. Apparently though, as guys go, that is just me.
John put this out here at 9:53 AM
6 Comments:
I think its more than that...I think it's about gambling, being pampered by the casinos and having high class call girls at your fingertips. Oh yea... spurge baby.
I spelled splurge wrong...obviously I won't get my spelling card.
Yea I agree with Oainter Lady.
We often have guess who come for a "private" gambling session ie we will close certain parts of the casino so they can get the King of the day threatment.
But there are also girls out there who spend $1500 for a pair of Jimmy Choo's shoes.
I think shopping is as addictive and dangerous as shopping! :)
D'oh! Let me try again...
Oainter Lady = Painter Lady
Shopping is as addictive and dangerous as Gambling!
while I'll agree with you, the average guy can't afford that King of the day treatment. Sure, there are guys who can and do, but unless I want to take on a second mortgage on my house, I'm not one of them. High class call girls at your fingertips, and "private" gambling sessions aren't something most of us can afford...or maybe it's just that I choose to afford other things.
Gambling is actually a very exciting activity. If you have loads of money, that is.
As for me, I'm a licensed casino employee, so I can't play or else if they find out, I'll get fired.
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